i wrote a story.
When your face first in the bottom of a mountain, it's hard to not think about the cold. Skiers are trained to let go of their natural urge to fight against falling down the hill, and I guess you could say I tried my best, but sometimes you want to regain balance. I guess it was fate that brought her to me, a smoky room and the drinks were flowing, how would she not be falling all over me? Weeks of time spent with the girl I had been rifled into meeting were awkward, but nonetheless what better way to spend a Wednesday afternoon? She had never seen a live band play, and I took her there, yet something in the way she had seemingly no fun just couldn't help but make me even crazier for this girl who could never be pleased. If you piss on my face I'm going to smell it, but what would bring me to enjoy such torture and anguish from a female standing at only 5'3? As the phone I'm my pocket become increasingly dormant with her phone calls I found my self slowing going insane as my hair grew longer, I now had more to pull out in moments of vulnerability and loneliness. Feeling the need to reconnect was severely present so I had to reach out to her for a last shot to see what boys know about girls. The end of our worthless friendship seemed impending and all I could think of was the past, 2 weeks ago, yeah those were the days, when you would lay your head on me and be afraid of saying stupid things when were alone. All I can wonder now is how many buckets of kerosene am I going to have to get reignite this flame? I found a way to get her to Kirkland, a city I've always thought was good for romance, with its sun kissed waters and gentle winds; cupid probably would have gotten an apartment on the waterfront, but you could not find a stop sign in that whole damn town redder than the one I verbally brought to her with my feelings of her disconnection, and needless to say she was back into my arms the way I had been cradling them for her. Now you can find my phone vibrating again, busy with fresh anticipation for our times spent together and countless hours, wondering can this sun never set tonight?